Kirito Outfits Novels & Stories

Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years Before Harithen, in gold trimmed eggshell blue tunic that emphasized the width of his shoulders and belted tightly at the waist with a sash that went from just below his nipples to his hip bones, the billowing material drifting out behind him like a sail in the wind, bartered over the fabrics laid out in the warehouse for display. He had opted to powder his hair, rather than wear a wig, and it had been curled so that it hung over one shoulder in thick sausages of ringlets.

I pick out light blue faded jeans that look like it’ll squeeze the fuck out of his thick thighs and ass. He has a bunch of crop tops and I choose a white tight long-sleeved jersey type one and just as I look through his other cupboards; I find a drawer full of harnesses and pick out one with leather straps and chains. >Check if my Kitten has a collar< Cyro says jumping up and down. I do as he says and rummage through his stuff, just as he thought. I found a nice thick collar with diamonds on it. I set it on the bed with his clothes and pick out socks and a pair of white sneakers similar to my Cyro’s.

But understated. "I thought..." Arina gestured to the clothes. "I thought you should look like yourself. Not like... like you're playing a part." Kyrian touched the silk shirt. "Thank you." She handed him his medication case. "Don't forget." Two suppressants. One stabilizer. He took them without argument. Then he got dressed slowly, like each piece of clothing was armor. The pants. The shirt. The blazer. His mother had also laid out simple jewelry—a thin silver chain his grandmother had given him.

I murmured. She beamed and then closed her eyes. I looked at Kira and nodded. I could only bring Kira and Jerry. Scarlette was drugged so she could sleep. Kira was dressed in her black and green sorceress robe. She only wore it for important rituals, as did Jericho. She closed her eyes, holding her staff in front of her and began reciting the spell Sapphire gave to her. Her spell was different from Jerry's, longer and more complicated. I know little about spells but I knew it was difficult even for Kira. Jerry got the easy part.

He’s holding me so close to him! “Tsk, the delusional duo” Zorien tusks aside, turning to leave with Ashton and a seething Kitra who walks up to join them. I don’t think he’s ever dressed in bright colors at all. Decked in an all-black outfit with an expensive black leather jacket on top, it’s like he’s living up to his dark nature. “Should we go?” I hear Ciel ask and turn my neck to the side, meeting gazes with him.

Like the orcs. Although they are still a part of the immortal realm, they prefer to live and prosper in solitude to avoid getting in conflict with either of them. Crystal found a clothing shop. She was getting annoyed with the two people behind her, so she dragged them inside and bought them clothes. As for the money she used to buy, she sold some herbs to the herbal store first thing in the morning. Eventually, Kian settled with a blue robe while Oliver wore a light orange one. Crystal also ought to change her clothes, but she couldn’t pick between the blue and pink.

- Kurayami, he said, then, led towards the corridor, back to his room, Tsuki sat on the bed, waiting for the new god to return. - You don't mind if I choose the clothes, you wear when you're with me, right? - Kurayami, questioned him, heading towards his closet. - I do not care. Tsuki said. - So, there's no problem with that. - Kurayami, came back with a uniform, which was silver, boots a uniform in the best style of Akropolis, with shoulder pads that simulated contorted heads of a dragon.

And this time, he was thankful that no one could reprimand him once he sneaked out along with Althy and Rade. The cousins reminded him not to wear winter clothing so they wouldn’t catch much attention when they arrived in Argia. He chose the simple gray tunic accented with silver, paired with black pants and leather boots. He wore a cloak without hesitation since he was used to it, as regular clothing in this world. He picked the crimson-colored with a silver brooch.

His hair was styled, a crown of starlight flowers placed carefully. "You look like a fairytale prince," Lyra breathed. "I feel ridiculous." "You look perfect," Aria corrected. "Cassian is going to lose his mind when he sees you." Meanwhile, Cassian was going through similar preparations. Kieran had procured traditional demon lord ceremonial attire—black robes with gold and silver threading, his hair braided with shadow-blooms. "You look terrifying and beautiful," Kieran observed. "Perfect for today." "I look overdressed." "You look like the Demon Lord claiming his fated pair. Which is accurate." Kieran smiled. "Nervous?"

"Little Misoup, use your brute force to crush him! My future luxurious life depends on you!" Misoup expressionlessly rolled up her sleeves, tilting her chin slightly towards Kirin. "Let's do this." Kirin snorted. "It'll be fun." Then he took off his black jacket, casually tossed it onto a nearby chair, revealing a black vest underneath. The muscles on his arms were obvious, with blue veins clearly visible. The tight vest emphasized his muscular physique, every muscle line visible through the fabric, exuding a sense of power even through his clothes. Mitbahl took a deep breath, a look of ecstasy on his face.